Part three.. told you Id get to it.

The statues lead the pair through the streets, winding their heavy footed way between the bodies of the living, frozen in place. Pausing, the metal men gawped at their fleshy counterparts. Aping their expressions and poses, in a manner so familiar to the two's own experience that the first wave of shock at their situation began to subside.
Reaching out, they touch the faces of the living, their skin still warm, though as much from the the sun now as as from their own heat. Their skin soft, but solid, no give. Now fleshtoned marble, granite, bronze. Looking around at their impossible hosts, their greenish faces showed no sign of surprise at the women's reactions, merely amusement.
The low griding voice rumbled into speech again as he elbowed his fellow with a dull thud. "Anyone would think they hadn't seen statues before."
A low chuckle fell from the mouths of the metal men as they start to move on again, beckoning to the only humans capable of following.
Follow they do, away from the station toward some of the stranger statues in town. The three larger than life men, one usually propped improbably on one elbow, his entire weight supported and held up on the joint. He was now sitting on his plinth, his two companions bent to console him as he nursed his swollen arm. Crying out in pain as he straightened the limb, a soft cloud of concrete dust carrying with the shout from his mouth to swirl away in the breeze.
Shaking their heads, the metal men gesture the women to follow. The one without pushing her camera deeper into her bag. Neither of them wanted to remember the agony on the created face, neither would have needed a photograph to help them. Some things become etched that quickly.
Seeing the faces of their guests fall the metal men reach out their hands and gently press them forward. As they walk, the carvings on the buildings ripple, carved waves flowing along pediments, casting up stretching starfish and scallops snapping in their living stone, tumbling back into the solid yet ever shifting sea. Gently but firmly their metallic guides led them on, up through the town. Past buildings with plaster busts arguing and chatting, and casting judgement on the appearance of those standing below.